Yuh, la, la
It´s just funny how I do you, ah-ah-ah
Richard Mille make ´em pukey, ah-ah-ah
Gotta a tiny booty oochie, ah-ah-ah

Woah, I told her she a thug wannabe
Woah, demon here can´t get his head out the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, won´t need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea
You´re Louboutin heels, you never gon´ wear Nike´s
I done left you for years, this shit still the same I see
For now, I ain´t stanin´ no Nike´s
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin´ like a Pisces

Twist up, backwoods, not no Swishers switch up
We get up, fuck her every fucking weekend

Catch up, Calamari then I want a cougar
Woah-woah, I´ma fuck her ´til she´s purple Hoover
What up, you can´t waste none of my time bitch
I´m up, I got way too many money
I´m up, you can ask my Mommy
Pourin´ up this dundee
Put a ring ´round your finger, charisma (oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
I left twenty five thousand on your dresser (oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
I told her ain´t this cool, on like Tesla (oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dropped outta school then pulled up in a Tesla (oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
All my girlfriends are real done (oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
I told ´em baby "don´t waste my [?]" (oh yeah, yeah, yeah)

I put your ring on rocks (oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woah, I told the bitch I want icy teeth

Woah, I told her she a thug wannabe
Woah, demon here can´t get his head out the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the steady, won´t need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea
You´re Louboutin heels, you never gon´ wear Nike´s
I done left you for years, this shit still the same I see
For now, I ain´t stanin´ no Nike´s
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin´ like a Pisces

Rag talk, oh yeah, the first time I bought a watch, oh yeah
Mad flossin´, oh yeah, your nigga got mad sauce, oh yeah
Spin the block, oh yeah, the kids are dodgin´ shots, oh yeah
Big dawg, oh yeah, but they won´t let me take a fall, oh yeah
Gucci socks, oh yeah, Fendi watch, oh yeah
Jimmy [?] has a birthday sendin´ shots, oh yeah
Shawty sayin´ it´s her birthday, keep it on the rocks, oh yeah
Audemar, oh yeah, match the buss count, oh yeah

Yuh, la, la
It´s just funny how I do you, ah-ah-ah
Richard Mille make ´em pukey, ah-ah-ah

Gotta a tiny booty oochie, ah-ah-ah

Woah, I told her she a thug wannabe
Woah, demon here can´t get his head out the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, won´t need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea
You´re Louboutin heels, you never gon´ wear Nike´s
I done left you for years, this shit still the same I see
For now, I ain´t stanin´ no Nike´s
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin´ like a Pisces
You´re Louboutin heels, you never gon´ wear Nike´s

I done left you for years, this shit still the same I see
For now, I ain´t stanin´ no Nike´s
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin´ like a Pisces